I need to tell this to someone who will understand. My husband has passed away, and he is the only one who would understand... In March of 1986 my husband and I moved from St Louis to the country in Central Illinois. We bought a house - during either a strike or layoff, I don't remember which - of the local heavy equipment manufacturer, so people were trying hard to unload anything they could think of, including houses. We paid $34,700 for a pretty big house and secured a 30 year mortgage. Over the years that house managed to increase in value, and pre-frugal living me did not hesitant to refinance and take the equity out. I know we refinanced at least three times over the years, the last time in 2006, when we financed $115,000. Somewhere along the line, I changed my thinking and started my carefully planned budget. I have nickel and dimed that house for the past few years, and I really doubled down for the past three. On June 8, 2022, I finally paid it off. Sent a little 'yippee' heavenward to my husband when I dropped that envelope in the big blue mailbox. I am SO proud of myself. The kids and I have scraped by on a lot of things since Dad died, but we made it. We finally made it. Yay for me!!
June 22, 2022 at 02:58AM
